"Please stay safe miss....Here is a new phone for you...with this you can be in contact with Avyaan sir." Said a constable helping a pregnant Swara enter the bus to Mussoorie.
Upon entering the bus Swara was very anxious...people had their eyes on her...as if she was some culprit.
She quietly sat beside an old man after placing a small bag with her belongings over head...thanks to Avyaan and Kajal who packed for her the basic necessities.
Ignoring the look on people's face Swara closed her eyelids...tired of all the escaping.
After a while she felt some commotion beside her, terrified she woke up only to notice another pregnant lady exchange seats with the old man who sat beside.
"Hi! Congratulations on your pregnancy...I'm pregnant too." She said with a smile.
Swara nodded looking at her evidently huge belly.
"My mother lives in mussoorie...so I'm going to meet her....and I wanted to deliver my baby in the same hospital I was born."
Swara smiled at this...
"You are also going to your mother's place for delivery?...Are you from Mussoorie?" Swara felt hurt at her question...because the truth being told she was running away from her home...after a pause of emotions...Swara declined her question with a painful smile.
"Oh then you're going to Mussoorie?...for babymoon?" Swara denied her statement again.
Realizing that something might be wrong with her...she stopped further questioning it.
But that didn't mean that she would stop blabbering.
"I told my husband that he has to come to Mussoorie...if he wants to meet his child.....so he promised before my due date... he'll be there."
The lady kept blabbering which irritated Swara but in a way It diverted her mind from all the chaos that was going on in her life.
Hours passed by and the lady didn't stop blabbering....but since Swara had been in the bus for over two hours the pressure over her bladder was increasing.
Afterall, there were twins sitting on top of her bladder....
She realized that she won't be able to hold it any longer...
"Stop!" Swara yelled grabbing the conductor's attention.
"What is it ma'am...if you want to puke please face towards the window."
Swara held her belly, she wasn't in a situation to fight...She desperately needed to use the washroom...because if she wasn't provided with a loo right now....she might not be able to hold it in any further.
"I need to use the washroom...please....please stop the vehicle."
"Ma'am you're not the queen of Mussoorie that according to you the bus will proceed."
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